Can’t Win Me Back

Amber's eyes reddened as she darted toward the trapdoor in The Millennium, tears streaming down her face.

Remy had let her go.

He actually spared her! Didn't this prove that he was Damien? That his true nature lingered, even if his memories of the past had been lost? Hope and excitement bubbled within her as she ran.

She had to reach Alyssa immediately and share this evidence—this incredible news! Emerging from the trapdoor, Amber navigated the tangled paths among the weeds on the mountain behind The Millennium.

Suddenly, she froze.

Her breath hitched.

Beams of white light shone from all directions, focusing on her.

The cold, unyielding spotlights told her everything—she was surrounded, the target of an ambush.

Amber's heart pounded in her chest.

Cold sweat slicked her palms as her fingers clenched tightly around her dagger.

The veins on the back of her hand throbbed with adrenaline.

Six assassins in black emerged from the shadows, their flashlights cutting through the gloom like the eyes of hungry hyenas.

focusing on

to

with determination as

slashed through the neck of the nearest assassin, a swift

desperate precision,

unexpected ferocity startled the man, who had clearly underestimated

the ground, and blood gushed from his

seized the opening, surging ahead without

might very well

was about delivering the evidence she

but an

make

behind

dug a hole beneath a tree with her

she then moved to the side to

answered after a

gentle

just about to speak when a

bullet tore into her left arm,

the slope,

end of the line, Alyssa